to try and seek shelter from the storm that is my existence.
Like an ever-distant beacon, you guide my path. You lessen my fury and dull my wrath.
Yet, slowly, your hold weakens, and reality sets in, and I must feel the pressure of all my sins.
I have tried to forget all that I have been taught. This brittle dam I have built for naught.
As each fissure grows larger, more life seeps through, and I find myself a stranger in this world I once knew.
Routine becomes strange, all lies have been told. What remains is your breath that I exchanged for my soul.
Now. Searching, longing, for the break in the black, on the distant horizon drawn further back.
In dark's deepest hour, I ,at last, reach the shore,
to the dream state of being where I dreamed once before.
Time lends perception, a vague grey in the night, soon a dark crimson, and then a faint light.
For all things must pass, and the tigers must feed, but I take with me the taste of the berries so sweet.
by: D. Jernigan
